Chapter 17 I didn’t mean not to reply.

Chapter 17

Zhou Qing stopped in front of Wen Ciyi panting, and Wen Ciyi asked in surprise: "Junior, why do you run so fast?"

Weekend said sincerely: "That kid was staring at me just now. I was afraid he would see the clues."

Wen Ciyi burst into laughter. She took out a few bags from the car and helped Wen Ciyi get them during the weekend. She followed the weekend into Peking University and asked, "Are you still in the laboratory?"

"Yeah," Zhou Zhou replied, "We just had dinner, but I was reminding them to eat less, both overtly and covertly."

Wen Ciyi burst out laughing and looked down at the bag in his hand on weekends. It was heavy and must be a very rich chicken soup.

Weekend's eyes were bright: "Senior! Brother Xu is really blessed."

Wen Ciyi smiled slightly and said: "It's not that exaggerated. To be honest, I was worried that it was undercooked."

Weekend hurriedly shook his head: "No, senior sister, the four of us don't always eat much, especially Brother Xu, he is very easy to feed."

Wen Ciyi was really happy, even his brows and eyes were stained with smiles.

The laboratory was on the second floor. When Wen Ciyi turned the corner, he saw Xu Simian with his head down doing experiments. Just as he was about to talk during the weekend, Wen Ciyi shook his head gently: "Don't disturb him. I'll take a look and leave."

"Sister, do you still have a job?" Zhou asked.

"Yeah," Wen Ciyi responded: "I'm going to Lin'an by plane at eight o'clock today."

Her eyes fell on Xu Simian. He was dressed in a white coat that made him look like a crane. His sleeves were half-rolled, and his long knuckles rested on the instrument. His eyes were calm and reserved, but as cold as the bright moon.

The shape of his clothes outlines his shoulder width and body length, making him seem to be out of the ordinary world. Wen Ciyi paused and said, "Then let's leave it like this for now. I'll go back first."

"Do you really want to leave without saying hello?" Weekend asked unwillingly. He made soup by himself, but just took a look outside the window.

"No," Wen Ciyi smiled and shook her head. She glanced at Xu Simian one last time: "He is very focused. I don't want him to be distracted."

Weekend nodded in understanding. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the back of Wen Ciyi's hand, where some flesh was slightly turned and red, and asked: "Senior, your hand?"

"Ah?" Wen Ci glanced at it nonchalantly: "It's nothing, just a minor injury, just a splash of oil."

Over the weekend, he suddenly felt that the bag in his hand was extremely heavy. He said, "Sister, I will go to the dormitory to get you some burn ointment."

He said putting down the bag.

"No, no, no," Wen Ciyi quickly stopped the weekend and said, "No need to bother! I can just buy one on the way. It's almost time. I have to go."

On the weekend, I couldn't stretch my bag while carrying it, so I had to watch Wen Ciyi walk downstairs.

Another roommate saw the weekend struggling to enter the door, saw the bag in his hand, and joked: "What? The sun rises in the west, have you bought something for us?"

Weekend rolled his eyes neatly: "How is that possible?"

On the contrary, Xu Simian glanced at the exposed bowl and looked familiar. He said in a light voice, "Who gave it to me?"

It doesn't sound like a question, but more like a statement.

He felt a little nervous for no reason during the weekend, and he thought of the injury on Wen Ciyi's hand at an inappropriate time. Due to emotions and reasons, he had to tell Xu Simian,

So, he thought: "Well... it's... senior sister."

The other two people asked one after another: "Which senior sister did you meet behind our back?"

Weekend: "..." Could you please stop putting on the face of a resentful woman who was always thrown into disarray by me?

Hearing this, Xu Simian suddenly stopped moving his hands and said with a hint of disbelief in his voice: "Who are you talking about?"

He glanced out the window. Wen Ciyi was walking so fast that he only had time to see a shadow passing by.

Weekend said tremblingly: "That's Senior Sister Wen..."

There was a sharp look in Xu Simian's eyes. He didn't even have time to change out of his clothes, so he wiped his weekend and walked out quickly.

The other two, Erzhangzi, was confused and said, "What did we miss?"

On the weekend, he saw Xu Simian walking hurriedly without saying a word. Just when he was about to continue saying that Wen Ciyi hurt his hand, Xu Simian had already disappeared.

Wen Ciyi pressed the touch screen button on her phone. It was now half past five. She was thinking about going to the airport to have a meal. When she got outside, she slowed down a lot.

It wasn't anything else. Her high heels were a bit abrasive, and her heels probably scratched her skin a bit. Wen Ciyi glanced at the back of her hands again, and decided to go home first.

The wind whizzed past her, rolling lazily through the treetops. The shadows were stretched by the street lights, and followed her obediently. The sycamores fluttered in the direction of the wind, and a few fallen leaves fell.

Wen Ciyi walked for a while, and just as he was about to open the car door, a series of messy footsteps sounded behind him.

She didn't raise her eyelids, but just planned to lower her head and avoid it.

"Senior--"

Wen Ciyi's hand holding the car door paused, and he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound——

Xu Simian's chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had been running in a hurry just now, and some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His brows were raised lightly, his eyes were bright, and he had the high-spiritedness of a young man for a long time.

Wen Ciyi said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I should ask my senior sister about this," Xu Simian said. He looked straight at Wen Ciyi with a rare seriousness in his eyes.

Wen Ciyi's eyelids trembled slightly, then she curled her lips and said, "Ah, I heard over the weekend that you have been busy with laboratory problems, so I just thought about making some soup and delivering it to you."

Wen Ci said in a serious tone: "Eat well."

She didn't mention sending a message to Xu Simian, but Wen Ciyi just thought that Xu Simian didn't see it, and the lab was so busy that he really couldn't care about anything.

Xu Simian raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the hand holding the car door. The back of the hand was white and tender, but the skin on the inside was broken in more than one place.

He squinted his eyes, his eyes dark and unclear, and he said to Wen Ciyi: "Senior, give me your hand."

Wen Ci didn't move: "What, you want to tease me?"

Xu Simian: "..."

He took out a stick of scalding cream from his pocket and shook it.

Wen Ciyi was stunned: "Did I tell you over the weekend?"

"No," Xu Simian looked at her steadily, his eyes dark and profound. He walked towards Wen Ciyi, but only a few steps away, Wen Ciyi fell into a trance.

"Senior, this is your first time making soup," Xu Simian touched her wrist without permission. Wen Ciyi's wrist was very thin, Xu Simian held it empty-handedly: "I thought about it and thought that senior would be splashed with oil.

"

The hot touch densely occupied the place being held, as if blood was surging and flowing. Wen Ciyi's fingertips curled up. She did not expect that Xu Simian would take the initiative to apply medicine for her.

She even thought about teasing Xu Simian.

Wen Ciyi quickly pursed his lower lip: "Why do you think this is my first time?"

Xu Simian unscrewed the medicine cap and met her eyes gently when he heard the words. The meaning was self-evident.

Wen Ciyi thought of his own dough.

She watched Xu Simian's slender fingertips resting on her wrist, lightly brushing against her broken skin, and Wen Ciyi felt an itch in her heart for no apparent reason.

She shook her wrist and said, "Otherwise, I'd better do it myself."

"Don't move," Xu Simian said in a deep voice. He applied medicine to all the broken skin: "That's it."

He handed the tube of burn medicine to Wen Ciyi and said, "Sister, please remember to apply the medicine promptly in the future."

Wen Ciyi took the ointment, took out the tissue and handed it to Xu Simian. Xu Simian looked casual, his eyelids drooped, and he slowly wiped his knuckles.

He moves very slowly, like a movie frame by frame, and every almost tiny moment can be picked out and magnified individually.

His hands are beautiful, as white as porcelain jade, without a single wrinkle.

Xu Simian took the time to look at his phone. When he saw the message Wen Ciyi sent him, he was startled for a moment, and then explained to Wen Ciyi: "Senior sister."

Wen Ci responded: "What's wrong?"

"I didn't mean not to reply to messages," Xu Simian said in a low volume, but it was very comfortable to listen to. "I'm too busy. I haven't looked at my phone."

Wen Ciyi didn't expect Xu Simian to explain to her. Wen Ciyi smiled and said, "I know, you should also pay attention to rest when you are busy."

As she was about to get in the car, Xu Simian said, "Senior, are you going home?"

Wen Ciyi said: "No, I have to go to the airport later."

Xu Simian frowned slightly when he heard this, and threw the paper into the trash can: "Senior, are you going on a business trip?"

"Well," Wen Ciyi said, "There is an impromptu meeting."

Xu Simian asked as if unconsciously: "Where is it?"

Wen Ciyi didn't think too much: "Lin'an." She lowered her head and checked the time, turned around and said goodbye to Xu Simian with a smile: "Then we will come back and see you again?"

Xu Simian didn't nod or shake his head. His eyes were light and he just said goodbye to Wen Ciyi.

Wen Ciyi bent her eyes and teased: "Junior, please remember to miss me."

Her final note was raised and ambiguous, like a pebble stirred up in a flat wave, hitting the water heavily, creating a circle of rippling ripples.

When the car disappeared around the corner of the street, Xu Simian looked back. He fumbled for his phone, flipped to a contact, and pressed the dial button.

"Hello? Brother Xu?" The answer quickly came from Zhao Jia: "What's wrong?"

Xu Simian put one hand in his pocket and leaned half against the wall: "I remember, are you going to Lin'an tomorrow?"
To be continued...